The tribal charm of the surfboard



When you see them with their tips pointed towards the sky and those designs that look like tattooed warnings, time seems to rewind, back to the very essence of things.

A row of surfboards, each different and customized, like a collection of sea warriors’ spears, always has this effect on me. I see something tribal in their beauty, a bit like this sport I love so much. You make the board the way you want it, you grasp it under your arm, you cling to it against the force of the current, and you ride it, defying gravity. It is your weapon for defeating the waves.

At the same time, several boards lined up together present a unique seascape, evoking a ritual and an intense relationship with nature. A recent ‘wave ride with my son Tobias reminded me of this.